DM is cross with me still (he does have my best interests at heart) and has virtually forced me to ‘batten down the hatches’ and get myself better.

He stood over me while I finished writing a proposal for work, tutting, fussing and telling me to stop. He came running into the kitchen, took the bread knife off me and insisted on making lunch (because he said it was stressing me out….he could hear the coughing) and tonight he made dough for pizza and all I had to do for my part of the deal was chop the veggies and mozzarella cheese for the top.

So this is what I’m reduced to – a sitter-arounder , and do you know what? I hate it but I know I need to do it.